Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

8 | Speedball

I don't fear him as much as I fear Chris. Chris is a killer. Chris will kill me if I say what I did with the drugs, even though I'm sure this man already knows. I think he just wants to hear it.

I don't even know how long this has been going on. I don't know how I've even held out this long.

He wasn't in here at the moment but I'm sure he'd be back any minute. I could feel blood dripping down my face, my cheek throbbed, my eye was swollen shut, there was blood in my mouth.

I looked up when the door opened again.

"Aight I'm gonna make you a deal." He said.

He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him.

"If you bring me some of Motionless's junk, I'll let you live." He said. "It's only right that I return the favor."

Fuck. "Fine. I'll bring it to you. Just let me go."

"How do I know you'll actually do it?"

"Because I don't wanna fucking die."

He laughed. "You have 24 hours."

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I knocked on Chris's door, waiting for someone to open it.

After a few seconds, the door was opened by the man who's always with Chris.

"Is he here?" I asked.

He just stared at me for a moment. "Wait here."

He disappeared back inside the house, coming back a few minutes later. He nodded for me to follow him, so I did. He led me inside the house, down a few hallways, up some stairs, and to an office. He opened the door and gestured for me to enter.

Chris stared at me, standing up as soon as the door closed. "What do you want?"

"The uh, dealer you had me go see, he grabbed me today. He thinks that I had something to do with you like, blowing up his lab or something."

He nodded. "Did he do that to you?"

I nodded.

"What did you tell him?"

"Nothing."

He narrowed his eyes. "I find it hard to believe that you didn't tell him anything."

"I didn't." I told him. "I swear."

"Mhm. Well, if he wanted that information, why did he just let you go?"

"He told me that he wanted to make a deal. He said that I had 24 hours to bring him some of your drugs or he'd kill me. He said he wants to return the favor."

Chris laughed. "Does he really think I'd give him my shit? So he can figure out how I make it? What a retard."

"Well, I don't think he expected me to go directly to you."

He sighed, seeming to be thinking. "Go upstairs, clean yourself up. Ryan will bring you. I'll take care of the situation."

"I really don't-"

"Go. Ryan is outside."

"You don't-"

"Shh. You talk a lot."

I rolled my eyes. "No I don't. I don't need to go clean myself up. I'm fine."

"I'd prefer if you stayed here, where it's safe, while there's a drug dealer that wants to kill you." He said. "I'll tell Michael to come. I don't know how long this will take."